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01 May 2012

On hearing a lullaby for the city.

A railroad engineer is playing a soft nighttime song for us who are still awake as he winds south and then across the bridge.

The single-note tune carried from the lake and up the creek-bed by me.

That sound and the huge machines... I like the world a little better when I hear them; and, tonight, the musician knew his craft.

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